slow motion the shapes expand in yellow
bursting it’s shadows in shallow bone pits
the sea mist hangs as draperies soaked
night sweats travelling the dark boulevard
the call of horns and lights begging the dawn
blow now, sound their salty beacons early
volcanic foamy green eruptions of clams
mimic the clapping of slime coated crabs
black and white gulls laugh at the sun rise
shine down, a periwinkle echo in pursuit
bright the gray dawn of a watercolor shanty
swinging on the ropes of a pale buoy’s skiff